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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 9:30 am Post subject:

My friend won a trip for 2 to Ireland at the Henty Field Days last year with this little gem ...

At Henty, it's usually the fashion
Not machinery, that fires my passion!
But the Ireland display
Took my breath away
And the great tours from Insight were smashin'!_________________Doing what you like is freedom
Liking what you do is happiness

Poetry has never been my forte (esp after multiple english teachers who beat the poor things to death), but your limericks did elicit a chuckle. Well done! _________________Clearly it is not the lovelorn sufferer who seeks solace in chocolate, but rather the chocolate-deprived individual, who, desperate, seeks in mere love a pale approximation of bittersweet euphoria. Sandra Boynton.

Forget all the poetry-abuse of your skool-daze... read it for yourself... no dramatising of it, just read the words and enjoy the sounds of them as they are... Let me recommend...

Tennyson's Lady of Shalott
All the short verse by Ogden Nash
Cautionary Tales by Hilaire Belloc
High Waving Heather by Emily Bronte... just to start with

As for being a woodstocker....

There was a guitarist called Hendrix
At Woodstock he showed his favourite trix,
Behind his head, and with his teeth,
He played the guitar in just two tix._________________Confusion comes fitted as standard.

One of my bestest friends in an English major here at uni, with a concentration in British lit. I forget what time period mostly (I believe Romanticism), but I do know she's read (almost) all of Shakespeare's works and could probably count on one hand the pieces she hasn't read. I'm busy reading Miri Ruben's The Hollow Crown for 14th C English History, which is taking precedence over the collection of Voltaire I have on my shelf.

Griffin, did you know that none of the Woodstock Music festivals actually happened in Woodstock? After they printed up all the paperwork for the 1st one in '69, they found out they needed permits, which they weren't given, so the location was moved to Bethel, out in the middle of nowhere. Now there's an ampitheatre there, with great acustics. I've been sledding where the '94 festival was (2 miles from my house)._________________Clearly it is not the lovelorn sufferer who seeks solace in chocolate, but rather the chocolate-deprived individual, who, desperate, seeks in mere love a pale approximation of bittersweet euphoria. Sandra Boynton.

none of the Woodstock Music festivals actually happened in Woodstock? After they printed up all the paperwork for the 1st one in '69, they found out they needed permits, which they weren't given, so the location was moved to Bethel, out in the middle of nowhere.

That's sooo British!! Welcome to London... well near London... but no, not actually in London... it's only five minutes... by train!!!

It sounds like having a London Festival and holding it in East Croydon!!
Tho' the Bethel Festival would have sounded good too.

The Romantics are early 19th century, Blake, Coleridge, Shelley, Wordsworth (good name for a poet!) and Byron who's home, Newstead Abbey is not all that far from here and worth a visit if you're in the neighbourhood. It's such a shame when poetry is ruined at school. I got lucky, our English teacher had been trained as an opera singer... she had a lovely voice and one summer read the Lady of Shalott to us. She let the words carry her voice, which is the way to read poetry. I have never forgotten that day or that poem....

"But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, 'She hath a lovely face,
God in His mercy lend her grace
The Lady of Shalott.'"...

If you can find a good translation, have a look at Rimbaud's poem, 'Ophelie' too... lovely stuff.

Ok having been corrected...

A young singer called Janis Joplin,
To Bethel was carefully drivin'
In her Mercedes Benz that
The Lord was procurin'
Especially for our Janis Joplin._________________Confusion comes fitted as standard.